I'm obsessive. Things need to be perfect, from my hair and clothes to my choice in mobile accessories. Every other Tuesday at 2:00pm I have a haircut. I utilize this time to chat with a trusted friend about things I feel I can tell few other souls. No emails, no telephone calls...no one else but my stylist and I.

I was having my haircut when the lady who owns the salon asked about my BB. I smiled and showed her and she politely commented about the futuristic yet refined look of the 8700c. I entered the password and she set about playing with the features. She asked questions and I gladly answered them to the best of my ability. The phone rings at the salon and she sets my BB on the front counter, three steps away, and answers the phone. She ends her call and we begin to talk about her phone and her data plan and things of this nature. My stylist continues to cut my hair. The salon owner starts talking about how she needs to streamline her life and a PDA/phone might just be the answer. I encouraged her to consider all of her options before deciding, helping her to understand that the BB is not the type of business tool to purchase on a whim and that its capabilities are not created with the personal user in mind. She began to pack her things from the desk into her bag and I continued my chat while having my hair cut. The salon owner waved goodbye and left for the day. Several minutes had passed and my stylist finished my haircut. I reached to my briefcase to pull out my checkbook and realized that I needed my BB to schedule my next cut. My stylist was unavailable at 2:00pm (she had a dr. appt) but asked if I could do a 3 o'clock. I said no problem and reached for my phone. Frantically looking through my bag realizing I couldn't find my BB and that it wasn't on the surrounding surfaces. My life passed before my eyes as I realized the lady who owns the salon must have accidentally packed my BB into her bag while she and I were talking. I started to feel light headed and could barely breathe. I was asking myself all types of questions. What would happen if she didn't realize she had my phone and I couldn't get it back, what would I do? What are my contacts? What is tomorrow's schedule? Why didn't I write down my schedule in my paper planner? Will my assistant know what I am supposed to being doing?

I sat down. My stylist calmed me down and offered me a glass of water. We called the woman who owns the salon. No answer. I was heart broken. I left the salon feeling naked. I felt that every person I came into contact with knew something intimately private about the person I am. I drove home and immediately logged onto outlook over the web. I found comfort in knowing my schedule, my contacts, and having the familiar sound of incoming mail. I called the salon--still no word from the owner. What would I do? Why was this happening? I go in for a bi-monthly haircut and end up loosing my phone..how could this be? Hours go by. I'm useless and cannot get a single thing finished. I drive back to the salon, and low and behold...my BB is on the desk, waiting for me with a note of apology.

Waves of joy come over me and I realize...I'm TRULY addicted to my BB.

I'm buying a backup BB TOMORROW. Just thought I'd share a horrific experience turned self-realization hoping you all could relate. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.

I'm buying a backup BB TOMORROW. Just thought I'd share a horrific experience turned self-realization hoping you all could relate. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.

-Christian

Lesson to be learned, treat your BB as you would treat your spouse or your car, dont lend it to anyone, better yet, do not let anyone else handle it. You were lucky indeed, you could have never seen it again, or worse yet see it with a cracked screen or the like.

As I was reading your story, i was imaginating myself in your situation... I have to admit, my BB is part of my life too... Maybe not as far as yours is, but anyways. Its incredible how those little machines are needed now that we have them... Remember how life was BEFORE them? lol

My life passed before my eyes as I realized the lady who owns the salon must have accidentally packed my BB into her bag while she and I were talking. I started to feel light headed and could barely breathe. I was asking myself all types of questions. What would happen if she didn't realize she had my phone and I couldn't get it back, what would I do? What are my contacts? What is tomorrow's schedule? Why didn't I write down my schedule in my paper planner? Will my assistant know what I am supposed to being doing?

I sat down. My stylist calmed me down and offered me a glass of water. We called the woman who owns the salon. No answer. I was heart broken. I left the salon feeling naked.

omg. teh ghey ;)

pretty much everyone in IT here wishes their bberries would blow up. Nothing more annoying than getting emails + pages at 11pm on a friday night when you're half trashed.

I was reading your story while eating my lunch... it felt like I'm in the movies watching suspense/thriller movie eating popcorn waiting glued to my seat analyzing what will happen next.. would he cry? would he give up.. would he go crazy and call the cops and ask for help? I WOULD!

Man, don't every do that. You can show it off but don't let them touch it. They are sacred objects.. LOL

And what pray tell is wrong with a manufacturer's refurbished unit, after all they go through inspection and quality control by the same company that manufactures them in the first place. I have a refurbished unit, I have had for over nine months and I have had no problems at all with it. If I am unfortunate enough to have either broken, lost or had the misfortune of a brand new one not working right I would be more than glad to get a refurbished unit rather than have someone say to me I am SOL.

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Originally Posted by chinesecatt

I didn't insure mine. My thoughts are, if I will get a refurbished phone anyway why insure it? I know I will never be happy with a refurbished phone.

Knowing that.. I set aside $5.99 every month and $110 in my savings so when the "unthinkable" happens.. I would not be stressed out.

[quote=chinesecatt]I didn't insure mine. My thoughts are, if I will get a refurbished phone anyway why insure it? I know I will never be happy with a refurbished phone.

Try Safeware. No refurbished phones, just a check. You do what you want with your money. www.safeware.com. I insure five gadgets with safeware and pay less than a few hundred a year. For the price of a desktop, laptop, iPod, and BB..I mean, a few hundred a year is nothing. Its come in handy twice. Try it out...low yearly payment, no deductible. Good luck...

Lesson to be learned, treat your BB as you would treat your spouse or your car, dont lend it to anyone, better yet, do not let anyone else handle it. You were lucky indeed, you could have never seen it again, or worse yet see it with a cracked screen or the like.

1. You surrendered it in the 1st place.
2. You weren't having an anxiety attack/palpitations/separation anxiety while she had it
3. You weren't all over her waiting to get it back into your hot little hands
4. You took your eyes off it
5. You didn't know you didn't have it until later.

Quit worrying and grow your hair out a little. You'll be less stressed.